At 2:45 am, I must have hallucinated myself a ghost.
I haven’t taken my “good” medications that I take before I sleep. Nothing to drink since early last evening. And I’m accustomed to staying up late.
In the middle of telling off the Pentagon over in GD, I thought I saw someone standing just inside the doorway to the room. Naturally I assumed that it was my husband who has been sleeping, but might have gotten up for one reason or another.
As I turned my head toward the door, I saw that it wasn’t my husband at all, but a largely featureless figure dressed in a peachy-beige gown. I sputtered a little bit, and began saying, “Oh. Sorry. I didn’t know you were real!” But before I could get all of it out, she (I guess) was gone.
That sounds like a dumb thing to say to a ghost. But at that moment, it was all I had.
I thought I had seen something moving in the hallway a couple of weeks ago and I think that makes some sense of what I was saying. I was thinking that it was the same figure.
Yes, I’m taking all of my medications and I do admit to being certifiable. But I’ve not been diagnosed with anything that would account for this silliness.
I wasn’t frightened by the way. I guess that’s because I don’t believe in ghosts in a haunting, spooky way. But hallucinations can be so bizarre when they happen.
If you’re a lonely little kid and the bigger kids won’t let you play pirates with them, you say “Will YOU play pirates with me?”
If you’re an adult, you levitate three feet into the air, stand your hairs on end, bug your eyes out of your head, and say “A G-G-G-GHOST!” Then you turn in mid-air and speed away, never touching the ground with your feet until you’re at least two city blocks away.
I’ve had more experiences like that than I’d ever recount since I don’t want to read lectures on different kinds of optical illusions and mental projections and sleep states and what not. I think as long as you don’t say “Oh fucking shit!” too loud you’re doing way better than I ever have. (I know completely what you mean though about no fear, just a “Well this is different” feeling.)
“You may be an undigested bit of beef, a blot of mustard, a crumb of cheese, a fragment of underdone potato. There’s more of gravy than of grave about you, whatever you are!”
It’s the legendary black beast of aaargh!!! If I saw a ghost in my house I would probably scream like a girl, then yell GTFO OUT OF MY HOUSE and lunge at her. She’d do the whole Librarian Ghost thing from Ghostbusters at me and if I survived my heart attack I would escape the house, only to return with a 5 gallon can of gasoline to set it alight.
I have a very strong phobia about ghosts. Just reading the OP made my hairs all stand on end and look around the room.
Someone’s playing a trick on me / I’m misinterpreting something mundane.
The ghost is real.
If it’s 1, it doesn’t matter what I say. If it’s 2 or 3, I’d want to ask a question that would verify that it’s a ghost or some other supernatural thing.
There’s a term for this kind of thing - a waking dream? Hypnagogic something or other? I get these things, too (had one just last night, actually - there were black things coming into our bedroom) - they aren’t ghosts. They are literally your mind playing tricks on you.
I used to get that upon occasion when I was a kid, but then I was on tour with the Jackson 5. (Pic.) Oddly, it didn’t bother me but it scared the hell out of my roommate Michael.
Assuming this isn’t one of those incubus attack type situations, then based on some things that have happened in my house my first words would be “Where did my pants go?” Followed by “Bring back the spoons too. You’re not having an eternal dinner party in the afterlife.”
Guess it depends on the situation; Amy Bruni on the show Ghost Hunters once came up with a gem: while investigating a stable where a spectral horse was supposedly sighted, she famously attempted to elicit a response by asking, “Are you a horse?” and that was quickly followed up by co-investigator Dave Tango asking, “Do you look like a horse?”
That was one of the greatest moments in the history of reality TV.
I never had the feeling these things wanted to interact. To the extent I believe in ghosts I believe they’re a timespace hiccup or replay of some sort, or in parapsychology jargon a restligeist/residual haunting.
you are a scholar and a gentleman (if gent you be)